Show worlds homage paid julieus grave only a myth a fable but the magic of his pen made the myth 0 o true so tragic that not a tomb on earth Is half dear the hebrew story sas that no one knows the place of moses the lawgiver s tomb VI ho be archea lor if or what pilgrim goes with reverent feet er nebo s desert gloom to find the aerie of that vanished eagle who piles upon the faithless PI arach s regal last resting place his gifts of bud and blooma where caesar sleeps the rank grass grows at will where homer dreams there Is not even a mound cato Is burled on a lonely h 11 where ne er mourner comes the whole year round the bats flit round the ru ned tomb of iero and many a poet prophet priest and hero sleeps in unhallowed ground so was it ever but last week there came A g rl from across the sea and told me of one 1 atle grave that fame had made her own in far off italy one sacred spot in that old storied ty verona where in pensive wondering p ty thousands still come to mourn each year the same the gardener aishe said who keeps the place and 1 vea near by it every evening br away with tottering limbs and work flu hed face great basket loads of flowers and little things that maiden traveler poet sage and lover have carried there from all the wide world over and deluged juliet s grave with offer ings how the world loves this lovely memory tet none knows whether she lies bur led here or even it she e er lived to be the spring of shakespeare s sweetest saddest tear only a mith a fable but the magic of his pen made the myth so true so tragic that not a tomb on earth 1 half to dear cleveland leader |